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Welcome to the Underground test drive meme! This is where you can try out the AU version of your character, start some potential CR and get a feel for the world of the game. Choose your character's species, read up on the available factions and you're ready to go. Put your character's name in your subject line when you post, tag out, and have fun!

Note to current players: Activity in this meme counts as game canon! So you can use it for activity check. If you end up playing anything that you can't or don't want to use as game canon, it's fine to ignore it. (In that case you shouldn't submit it for activity check.)

Here are some prompts to inspire you:

1) LONDON CALLING. People come to London from all corners of the earth. Now you're here and whether you meant to or not, you've been drawn in to the supernatural world. Perhaps you're here to meet other members of your faction. Or perhaps the city's more unusual inhabitants find you first.

2) DARK SIDE. Whether it's animal instincts, a lust for blood or uncontrollable magic, every supernatural being struggles with their darker instincts. Be careful, you may end up doing something you regret.

3) ENEMY TERRITORY. You've found yourself on the wrong side of the tracks. This is enemy territory, you shouldn't be here. Better hope you can sneak your way through without any trouble. Although you have this nagging feeling that you're being followed...

4) GET YOUR SHOVEL. Well, there's a body. Freshly killed, and they didn't come to a natural end. The question is, did you do it or was it someone else? You'd better sort this mess out quickly.

5) STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM. It's the Wimbledon finals, so grab a picnic basket, buy some horribly overpriced strawberries, choose your tennis-themed outfit and get yourself off to SW19. Sure you can handle large crowds? Now is not the time for a supernatural mishap.

6) JUST DANCE. It's a ceilidh! (Barn dance.) Organized by witches but open to all (friendly) newcomers, the dance takes place in an old music hall. There's food, drink, folk music and a magical ritual to bless all young single people attending who are looking for a partner. You never know, your next dance partner might be the one.

7) FULL MOON. (2nd July) Uh oh, it's that time of the month. Werewolves, have you been feeling more aggressive lately? A little short of temper? Better start preparing for your monthly transformation and hope that you don't get interrupted. And then there's the morning after, which feels like a massive hangover. Wait, where are your clothes?

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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Ahh there we go, he has some instincts at the very least. She watches him pull his child back and her expression is amused, smile still there. He protects her well for a human. How interesting the fae mother has left so much to chance.

"The pleasure is surely mine, Mr Brown." She replies, her eyes drifting back down to the child who watches her as well as she can until her father boops her nose and the her attention leaves the fae to return to the most important person in her life.

"I might know some professors at Oxford." She offered him. "They would have access to texts not as easy to obtain by standard means. If you wish, I can see what they might recommend." No lies at all. She might know people, then again she might not. But she could certainly get some very good books. The question was, would he have anything worth offering. She would very much like to get to know him, and by extension his child. But she is careful to keep her interest hidden behind a bland expression.

While Margaret stays safe in his arms, distracted by the buttons of his shirt and the warmth he radiated, he can't help but slip on his best bartender face when she makes the offer: Impassive and stoic, a little bit suspicious but not turning down the offer right off the bat.

Seems too good to be true and he remembers what Pops told him about deals and suckers.

"I bet you wanna have something in return for doing that sort of thing for a stranger you just met, miss." Especially someone stunning as her for someone like him. "I'm just a bartender down at Haringey takin' care of the family business."

Haringey? It happens to be one of the few territories in London not fully claimed by a faction yet. Rather, its still being fought over by vampires and werewolves and the two rivals are at a stalemate. The fact he nor his family haven't yet run face-to-face with the supernatural yet despite those circumstances says something about their luck or something more, potentially.

And caution seemed to have taken over completely judging by that expression. She lifts her hand, touching her finger to her lower lip as though considering his demand. "I'm sure we could find some way for you to return the favor if you like." She shrugged a shoulder and let her hand fall to her lap again. "Haringey indeed? I am giving to understand there has been some tension in the area. Do stay safe."

She lifted up her small handbag and opened it, shifting her phone out of the way to pull out a small business card. It had her name (Sommerset) and cellular phone number with a snowflake separating the two and she held it out to him.

"Think on it. Let me know at your leisure Mr. Brown." She smiled at the little girl, "Miss Margarete, it was lovely to meet you." Her eyes lifted to Matthew as well, "And your father as well."

He hesitates for a second as he reaches out to take her business card because this feels kinda like opening Pandora's Box for some reason. Whether it was from being a parent to a simple case of the butterflies, Matthew thought to himself maybe he shouldn't accept this and the possible offer up. Something inside tells him that if he does that, there's no turning back.

Except Margaret makes an inquistive peep against him and it reminds him he has a lot of questions and very little answers.

So the card soon finds its way in his palm when the moment of pause leaves him be, his green eyes scanning the innocent icy blue ink that seems to hold more than appears. "Hope to see you soon, Ms. Sommerset."

Though, he thinks, Margaret will be staying back at his apartment next time. That's for sure.

Her lips curl up at the corners and she stands up, her eyes drifting once more to the child before she nods at Matthew. Then she moves away, heeled shoes clicking on the sidewalk with purposeful strides. She does not look back.

Test Drive Meme: June 2015

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